CurT@!n$ - Gorgeous lyrics

Uhh... right... uh huh... uh ha... [Curt@!n$] Black Dior denim, footwear Bottega Never perfect on the pen, and on the weather T-shirt hever, and yea got some holes in it But I'm in whatever, as long as there some holes in it Sick of hearing n***as and their old fibbing You just a new school rapper with an old gimmick Plus you got my old image Flipping invisible birds, n***as ghost dealing Talking 'bout how you cop pies and you pop guys You can't play Popeye with no spinach I be everywhere and back, see every time I land there Somebody at the airport, n***a I got fam there b**h, holler at a n***a don't just stand there You can't really say you fly without airfare I know a hundred n***as, thousand dollar outfits Still living at home, still on their momma couches And I don't go out much but every time I go out I show out and I can pull the b**h you out with She left that n***a stuck like a vegetable Don't mind her, a real n***a what she checking for And if she checking dough, I tell her there You get what's right of the decimal, looky here I got bills to pay, I got rent in L.A I just left NY, I'll be back in a day I was out in New Orleans, riding through the third ward Seeing people starving, give a man a dollar for his Troubles and said sorry, wish I could do more But I be up in Barney's, flipping through some Bauman For a bargain, I got a watch when I spin End of the day it's just cotton and thread And Pinky on my arm, like dope you gotta go in n***a I stay's in like winter when it's snowing sh**... Ain't no pressure if I'm want it, I need it I can feel it slowly creeping away from me I'm only here, so why you playing, I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down